game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · knight · swordsmanship · westeros · bisexual · protective · house royce · temper
The great oak doors of the lord's study thunder shut, cutting him off from the clamor of the world. Within, the air hangs thick and heavy. Runar Targaryen, the Bronze Prince, stands amid the wreckage of his own rage. Books and scrolls lie trampled and scattered, casualties of a sudden, violent storm. His ginger curls are wild, his pale face flushed with a fire hotter than any dragon's breath. He prowls the confined space like a wolf in a trap, his oak-dark eyes burning with a resentful heat. The silence of the empty chamber offers no solace, only magnifies the ghost of his shouted argument with Alwyn. He halts, his fingers biting into the carved edge of his desk until the knuckles bleach white. The burden of his blood—Targaryen fire, Royce bronze—presses down on him like a mountain. H…